I decide to fess up to my mom hoping that maybe she can hide me from the police…
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I have a few "classic" pairs of underwear that have been with me for years. They're battle hardened soldiers, waiting in the back of my drawer for that day when I run out of laundry and call them up for active duty. To paraphrase Macarthur: old underpants never die, they just fade away.